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Since people see The End as whatever they view death as, how much do you wanna bet that a lot of Mobians just saw a giant gun in the sky pointed toward the planet while monologuing about its infinite nature and inevitable victory on the day it was released.
holy shit jkfdszhjkd??
#ask#asks#calamitycatchaos#sth#frontiers#the end#not just me talking#me talking#guns tw#gun tw#gun mention tw#guns mention tw#guns ment tw#gun ment tw
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Young Justice, beaking into the batcave: Gun Batman is back!
Tim: fuck! Who’s he after this time?
Jason (who is totally just there to use the bat computer. Totally not to hang out with family. Yup.): who the fuck is Gun Batman?
Kon: future Batman that kills people, we’ve dealt with him before. You want to help?
Jason: fuck yes! An excuse to beat up B? I’m always down!
Tim: oh, no. Gun Batman is me not Bruce.
Jason, looking at Tim in disbelief: WHAT?!
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Nico: Hey Will, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.
Will, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?
Nico: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Solace!
#source: perchance generator#it’s in#the sun and the star#Rick told me himself /j#captainwaffles#pjo#percy jackson#hoo#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#toa#incorrect hoo quotes#incorrect toa quotes#incorrect nico di angelo quotes#nico di angelo#incorrect will solace quotes#will solace#incorrect solangelo quotes#solangelo#gun ment tw
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GUN AND SUI. IMPLIED TW⚠️😰😰😰😰😰
Sighs TikTok wouldn’t let me post this (I wonder why)
#I’ve seen so much worse on that godforsaken app in my defense#oh well☹️#jthm#johnny the homicidal maniac#nny jthm#jthm nny#Johnny c#Johnny jthm#jthm johnny#tw#tw gun#gun tw#fake body#tw sui ideation#cw sui ideation#sui mention#sui ment tw#sui ment cw#fanart
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old tempy doodles
#I like them all but forced to b vod gang now for the most part rip#vtubers#holostars#holotempus#regis altare#banzoin hakka#my art#fan art#doodles#tw gun#scopophobia#death ment
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By The Time I Knew I Truly Loved You
Pairing: Steven Adler/Reader
Word Count: 800~
Info: No Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending, Emotional, Mentioned Drug Use, Post-Stroke, /reader in a way that you can imagine just about anyone as the narrator its VERY vague
Summary: The month I knew I truly loved you was cold. It was 1996, sometime around October, but after the stroke, every day seemed to blend together. I begged with God, pleaded that you'd wake up and remember how to live; to function.
Authors Note: another old one from ao3 because i have a bunch of shit i never reposted!! this was the first gnr fic i posted so yay for that, hope it isnt TOO corny
The month I knew I truly loved you was cold. It was 1996, sometime around October, but after the stroke, every day seemed to blend together. I begged with God, pleaded that you'd wake up and remember how to live; to function. I prayed that you'd remember to speak overnight. Everything was so hard now. We- you, communicated grunts and grumbles of vague words to which I would sob over in the middle of the night. We slept in different beds. Other people were always in our home because you needed caretakers, and yet I convinced myself to hold on.
The week I knew I truly loved you was hectic. You were frantic for God knows what reason, clawing at floorboards and yourself. I watched your mop of hair get more and more matted day by day as you adamantly opposed brushing it. You smelled of musk, a smell I once relished and showered myself in by wearing your clothes while you 'recovered' in the hospital. We had five different caretakers quit that week, so I had to resort to begging in the newspaper. Eventually, I found someone new, but what would have happened if I hadn't? One day, I realized you wanted your stash. You still had something, left forgotten in the floorboards, and you were determined to find it even though you had no memory of where it may be. We had to rip our home apart, piece by piece, to make sure you didn't find that stash- if it even existed, and yet, I convinced myself to hold on.
The day I knew I truly loved you, we had let the sunlight waste as we spent the whole day 'fighting', if you could even call it that. It was like arguing with a stubborn child, even though I knew you didn't mean to be childish. We sat at the dinner table; you at one end with a stack of blank notecards and a pen, me at the other with only my voice and frustrations. You had taken to writing so much better than you had to speaking. So far, this was the only way we had somewhat fluent conversations since the stroke. It was horrible. I missed the silly way you poorly serenaded me with love songs. I missed the joking debates we held together, arguing on why one superhero was wholeheartedly superior or something along those lines. I missed when I didn't have to monitor everything on the TV because your therapist told me anything could set you off into another relapse. I missed when it was just us in the house with no needed caretakers, and yet, I convinced myself to hold on.
The night I knew I truly loved you, I stormed away and sulked in what used to be our bed. You had knocked on the door at two in the morning. I groggily opened it to ogle at your disheveled form. You stood there; pajama pants barely hanging onto your skinny hips, a broken hairbrush outstretched in your hands, hair tangled to your ears with another restless night, and a quivering lip paired with the glossiest eyes I had ever seen. My eyes had pricked with tears when I saw you, really saw how scared, lost, and small you were. I spoke not a word, simply let you crawl into our bed. I needed no more convincing, I chose to hold on and never let go for as long as I could.
The moment I knew I truly loved you, I had just finished brushing out every knot and tangle from your mane as you sat between my legs. You turned toward me and stared for a couple of minutes before beginning to climb out of bed, but I stopped you. I needed you. You needed me. So, I simply held you. I held you for hours. Then, with as much force as you could muster you muttered three words that changed me.
"I love you."
The moment after I knew I truly loved you, I shrieked and sobbed so loud I swore the neighborhood shook. I tried to steady myself with the burst of pure joy that overwhelmed me, but I was over the moon. I wept and wept as I held your head to my chest and repeated how much I loved you, too. Those were the first words you spoke to me for months. Finally, you pulled away and I was met with your beautiful smile. It was so different, though. It was no longer a smile that showed for when you got your high, it was a show of love and gratitude. God, I was so lucky to have held on.
#steven adler#fanfic#rock rpf#fiction#scott weilan#rpf#cross posted on ao3#fan fiction#no smut#angst#angst with a happy ending#self insert#like kind of but you can read this from anyones perspective tbh#drug ment tw#x reader#reader insert#old but gold#ao3 fic#guns n roses fic#steven adler x reader#steven adler/reader#guns n' roses#gunsnroses#guns n roses#gnr#steven gnr
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I was being chased around by this like. MASSIVE millipede while two fictional characters (I can't for the life of me remember who, just that they were men) just stood there and watched. Finally, I had to shoot it in the back of the head and I was utterly devastated about it and woke up genuinely distraught.
#dream#submission#bug tw#bug death tw#gun ment#bus tw#death tw#guns tw#gun mention#millipede#horror#nightmare#shooting tw
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🔪👨⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game
thanks for the ask, nonny!
set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland
cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies
Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.
It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.
Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.
“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.
A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”
She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.
“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.
“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.
She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.
“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.
It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.
“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”
Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.
“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”
“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.
“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.
Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.
“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.
A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”
How nauseous did her powers make people?
There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.
Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.
The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.
Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.
“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”
In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.
The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.
She just wanted it to stop.
Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.
They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”
Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.
Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.
“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.
The emptiness was home.
Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies
#worlds babbles#whump#ask stuff#medical whump#medical abuse cw#gun shot wound#needles#nausea tw#carewhumper#no anesthesia#surgery tw#injury whump#drug ment tw#sorry bout the inaccuracy this was written on a bus#while I was on an adrenaline crash#witchery I’ll hopefully have yours soon#schools been kicking my ass#hope y’all enjoy#also anon sorry if some of the prompts are loose#I tired lol
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The.
Comfort charactr thing waoao
My interpretation of Malk is closer to Martin's than Milk's canon personality... the little he has, that is.
⁉️⁉️⁉️AMERICAN MILK⁉️⁉️⁉️
#gun mention#gun ment tw#milk cookie#cookie run#martin blackwood#tma#🍫.the arts#i subscribe to the fat marty agenduh. very good agenda#collecting fat trans mascs like pogeymon cards#*insert Milk moping here cuz' Marto actually got to co-exist with his crush*
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WE OPENING THE GATES OF HELL WITH THIS ONE 🔥💍💍💍💍💍💍💍
Songs used:
Who Brings A Knife To A Gunfight? by Zebrahead (CW: Mild swearing)
Seven Rings In Hand by Steve Conte, Runblebee, Fumie Kumatani
YouTube Link // SoundCloud Link
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic and the secret rings#seven rings in hand#sonic storybook series#satsr#zebrahead#who brings a knife to a gunfight?#walk the plank#mashups#my mashups#caps tw#sth#me talking#knife mention tw#knives mention tw#knife ment tw#knives ment tw#guns ment tw#guns mention tw
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Vent fic: That Event. (Docs)
Okay so it’s been a very long while since I wrote or drew anything for the self ship with Rhys, it’s been a long while but I’ve been trying to recover from what I went through among other things- like finding out I’m a lot more sick irl than I thought I was. But regardless, I wanted to get this out here. It’ll help me heal a little.
Reblogs and replies and tags are greatly appreciated, thank you! 🩷
DNI IF YOU FIT IN THE USUAL DNI CRITERIA.
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Evil X: *pulls out a knife*
Xisuma: Oh no!
Evil X: *opens a box with it*
Xisuma: Oh nevermi-
Evil X: *takes a gun out of the box*
Xisuma: OH NO!
#mcyt#mcyt fandom#mcytblr#incorrect mcyt quotes#hermitcraft#incorrect hermitcraft quotes#evil xisuma#hermitcraft xisuma#xisumavoid#gun mention#gun ment tw#knife mention
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i may request tessegender flag? (either flag works, i think user neopronouns coined it) . for themes, a dimension hopper or something cyberpunk could work, but again, that's up to you.
ask is completely optional, i just thought it could create a cool design
No ask is optional in THIS project!! I can’t draw cyberpunk super well, but it was fun going out of my comfort zone! The straps on their pants even have TMKP branding!
This flag was requested by a user that… for some reason I can’t @? Sorry abt that, Purple-in-space, I hope you see this!
Tessegender is a term describing a gender that originates from a higher dimension or intersects into a higher dimension. The term and flag were coined by @lifehasmanydoorsfuckboy!
The Magical Kid has a Cyberpunk theme! They use It/They pronouns!
Its name is Charlie, after the mathematician who named Tesseracts! They can open portals to a few seconds forward or back, or anywhere in the present!
Their Magical Kid Weapon is a gun that, independent of their portals, can shoot to a few seconds forward or back, or anywhere in the present! This means Charlie is essentially a sniper that can shoot anyone whose past, present, or future location they know. Of course, to keep from being too overpowered, Charlie doesn’t like killing and is just a little afraid of its own weapon.
A useless fact about it is that its in Highschool, despite the fact its only around 12, due to skipping grades with flying colors. Additionally, they tell anyone who asks that they’re a time traveler, but Glass in particular knows the truth. (The truth will stay secret- I can’t give you guys everything!)
The Magical Kid Project is a project wherein I steadily turn Pride Flags into Magical Kids. You can request a flag and theme through Reblogs, Comments, or Asks!
(AN: Yes, it has light-up shoes.)
#the magical kid project#artists on tumblr#digital art#original art#lgbt pride#pride flag#neogender#lgbt#lgbtq#tessegender#gun ment tw#gun mention#It’s minor but better safe than sorry#Charlie TMKP#character design#lgbtqia
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sephiroth prefers swords over guns. both have their pros and cons of course. it’s just that for him with a gun to have power over it, then there’s ammo and the trigger you gotta go through like, all you gotta do is pull the trigger and that person’s gone like a light bulb, or so metaphorically speaking. the joy of it for him is horribly short lived and he’ll get bored with it. and with a sword he gets to drag out the fighting and violence as long as he possibly sees fit. same as with killing someone, he has complete and total control over it. he likes the way it feels as the weight against his blade changes until there’s hardly weight at all.
#this is post nibelheim sephiroth ofc ofc#tw gun violence#death ment tw#killing tw#headcanon#headcanons#also its getting pree late i intend to try and get to more stuff tomorrow#anyway that's the tea
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can you make a symbol or gender that means being both furry and otherkin/therian? (If no then it's fine)
Otherkin xenogender: xenogender flag but instead of white rainbow symbol it's otherkin symbol
Furry xenogender: same thing as number 2 but with furry phi paw symbol
Scenefurrin: gender related to being both scene kid and furry
gender related skulls,guns and chaos
punkfurrin :gender related to being both punk and furry
Aesthetimoodfluid: aesthetigender(s) that changes depending on mood
Neofluid/neopronounsfluid flag: flag about pronounsfluid but with neopronouns only
Creepyclowndemonic: gender related to being a creepy clown demon
Edgycozymoodic: gender related to being into soft,cute,cozy and relaxing stuffs but when the mood changes you become into edgy,chaotic and scary stuffs(please rewrite the description because I'm bad at English)
Multisona otherkin: otherkin about being multiple sonas/ocs either the sona/oc change depending on mood or multiple sonas/ocs at the same time
Idkwhoamigender : identity that keep changing every second/minute and don't know who you are
Aesthetigender and xenogender combo
Xenogender and genderfluid combo
gender related about being lazy cat or lazy skeleton that is xenogender and just want to relax and have fun
Misc Otherkin + Xenogender Labels!! [Part 1]
1. Furry Otherkin/Therian - a term for when one is both a furry and an otherkin/therian
2. Otherkin + Xenogender
3. Therian and/or Furry + Xenogender
4. Scenefurrin - a gender related to being both a scene kid and a furry
5. Skullgunic - a gender related to skulls, guns, and chaos
The rest of your requests will be put into different posts so dw :3
#xenogender#xenogenders#mogai#pro mogai#xenogender coining#xenogender community#mogai safe#mogai terms#mogai friendly#eyestrain tw#tw eyestrain#cw eyestrain#eyestrain cw#eyestrain#tw gun#gun tw#cw gun#gun mention#gun ment tw
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